the Underground of Munsee

I was thinking that maybe
I've got things to say
that people might care to hear
stabbing at rebuilding
the dying institution of poetry
the poetics of salvaging
my never loss for words
and wondering where I can pedal them
I decided to expand
the reach of my message
with the power of cyber
it can be powerful, you know
the internetwork of words
and so I searched for zines
and ezines, though the \"e\"
that is associated with the web
is cliché and rather disturbs me

among the returns that surfaced
the Munsee Underground appeared
and it struck me first
because I am from a town called Muncie
and the similarities drew me
to click the link and check it out
and in doing so, I decided to submit
the email address I had to write to
ended in some form of \"BSU\"
which in this Indiana girl
gone Texan and now finally, Washington's mind
BSU means Ball State University
leading me to believe that the Munsee Underground
might actually be based in Muncie
which shocked me, because if it were true
that would mean that my generic hometown
might actually have some cool people in it
who \"get it\"
beyond going fishing and farming
or hiding behind small town politics
all of which chased my dreams
to other parts of the country

and so I wrote this \"kpaul\" person
and asked if he was a Muncie man
and in fact, found out that he was a transplant
and that we once had walked the same streets
the same streets I still walk three or four
times a year when visiting my family
because Muncie is the kind of place
that the locals rarely ever leave
and I am merely an anomaly and even so
somehow, the town is still my magnet
pulling back on me frequently
and as I type these words
explaining how I discovered this place
I would surmise by saying that perhaps
this place found me
and is merely another way that my mom
has plotted to keep me coming home
for as it seems, even Muncie
has a mysterious underground
I suppose part of me will always be there...